Beastiality Stories starting with 'r'
Ranch Hand
... the Oracle BBS Summer was just beginning and I still didn't have a job between my junior and senior year at CU. I didn't know how I was going to spend my summer or how I was going to pay for next years tuition. Spring in Denver is always pretty so I wasn't in too much of a hurry, but something better happen before all the other students got the remaining summer jobs. I went down to the Triangle for a beer and to kill some time. As I stood there holding up the wall, I was being eyed by a very 'cowboy'-looking guy in the usual western drag. Even the bank presidents dress like cowboys in Denver so he could have been just about anybody. He walked over to me and started a conversation. He and his partner had a 2000 acre ranch near Colorado Springs (sure, I thought, and I am Winston Churchill). 'It's true!', he said, 'Look, you need a summer job, and we need someone to help mend fences, fix the barn, chores like that. How about coming down and seeing for yourself that I'm not bul...
Rimming Ben
... 002 17:14:44 +0100
From: Marky Rickitt
Rocky
... Z10061995@anon.penet.fi> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: an151170@anon.penet.fi (...Mercury....) X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.stories Organization: Anonymous forwarding service Reply-To: an151170@anon.penet.fi Date: Sat, 10 Jun 1995 02:22:59 UTC Subject: Rocky (boy/dog) 1/1 Lines: 70 ROCKY Once, many summers ago, George, our nextdoor neighbor put up a tent in his backyard. He was the father of two children that I babysat for. He said he wanted to air it out. I was about 13. A few months previously George got a German shepherd pup, Rocky. Rocky was about 10 months old. He lived in a doghouse about 15 feet away from the tent. There was also Lenny. Everyone was talking about Lenny jacking-off dogs. He never denied it -- to everyone's surprise he defended it. I can't remember the reasoning, but it was special. I knew there was no defense for it -- he was a pervert. Let's see what we have. A boy, a dog, a tent, and an idea. My big brother and I slept in the tent together f...
Rod Of Might
... .stories From: kpeck@cybernetics.net (Horseboy) Subject: Rod of Might (mm sm beast) Date: 30 Aug 1994 13:59:06 GMT ROD OF MIGHT by Horseboy (c) 1994 by Studfarm Stories and Services This story contains explicit, relatively violent sex between males not necessarily of the same species, and makes no pretense at conforming to or advocating any particular ethical standard. If such material offends you, please read no further. I welcome comments on this and other stories put out by Studfarm Stories and Services. We may be reached at darth.vader@bigpond.com. A stallion that could speak. His malevolent voice turned my guts to ice. "Bind him." The command was to his companion. It had taken two of them, but I, Laerak, King's Champion of Mindea, was beaten. The lesser of them was an Elf. Tall, he loomed over even me, his face unearthly -- and beautiful. His eyes burnt like the blue wizard's fire illuminating this rough forest camp. The air was hot; crystal rivulets of sweat...
Roommates Brother And Buddy
... 004 20:53:01 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jimmy Storie
Rottweiler Got Me
... 003 22:43:54 +0000 From: taffyboy69@hotmail.com Subject: The Rottweiler Got Me This story is a true life event. When I was about 17 I remember going to stay at my parents' house for a week during the college recess. They had recently done their friends a huge favour in looking after their uncontrollable Rottweiler for a couple of weeks while they were on their holidays. Immediately on returning home, I was greeted by this huge well fed dog who took no time at all in wagging his tail at me and becoming friendly. After sitting down with my folks and exchanging stories on the last couple of months I went to go make a cup of tea, when suddenly the dog (named Benji) leapt up at me and wrapped his paws around me attempting to mate with me. My parents found this hilarious as I desperately struggled to deter him. Later that night I found myself uncontrollably thinking about Benji, and how dominant he was. I had not until this point had any sexual experience whatsoever, but I had regular...
Rotwhiller Next Door
... 000 19:35:31 -0700 From: jal1950@inreach.com Subject: Rotwhiller next door Beastility Chapter one It all started a year ago when I was reading stories about dogs fucking guys and how much they enjoy themselves. I thought to myself if I could find some pics on the net just to see the action... It didn't take me long to find a few hot sites. Just looking at the pics I found my crotch getting very excited. Do I have some strange feelings for animals? I admitted to myself that I did while jacking off dreaming about being fucked by a male dog ummmm and how much fun that would be. My neighbor had just gotten a 2 year old male rotwhiller. I quickly made friends with him petting him through the open fence line that ran between our homes. Feeding him some scrapes of food once in while calling his name all the time sure seem to help. Coming home from work one day getting dark I'd notice the neighbors car had wasn't home. I'd change into a very short pair of cut off Levi's so short my ass c...
Rufus Cheered Me Up
... 004 16:40:42 -0500
From: Trent Kran
Running But Not For Cover
... 001 09:27:31 +0200
From: wont tell you
Running With Tigers
... Z11061995@anon.penet.fi> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: an151170@anon.penet.fi (...Mercury....) X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.stories Organization: Anonymous forwarding service Reply-To: an151170@anon.penet.fi Date: Sun, 11 Jun 1995 15:36:12 UTC Subject: Ferocious Passion! (Man, tiger) 1/1 Lines: 334 Running With The Tigers by James McCall Last night I dreamed I rean with the tigers, and I knew it was time to move on. When I'd decided to hook up with Marty in St. Louis, I'd thought maybe my days on the road were over. We had had our share of hot times over the winter, but he was a settled-in type, and I like the wind in my hair. Now, with the days getting longer, it was time to dust off the backpack and head down the highway again. A drifter always knows when he's outstayed his welcome. With my togs slung over my shoulder, and a warm evening breeze in my face, I headed toward the familiar green signs of interst...